I've been told
That it's not enough to
Wish for dreams, that I
Have to work them
Into reality.

Mom in the night

The time will come Forests will be regrown
People will be reborn
When that happens
Time will be remembered in history
Because we won't count time anymore

I know that I don't know
All that I think I know.
I know that I may not see all
Of the places I want to someday go.
I know I'm not ready for everything
That I won't always understand
You don't have to always hold me
But sometimes. . .
Just let me touch your
Hand.

I think the media has done a good job portraying him being a bad person, when in reality he's not.

It's been very frustrating. I wish I could put on the uniform and get out there sometimes. But it teaches you a lot about patience.

It is a reality. People are being victimized or are being targeted to be victims each and every day.